'5ver


fi - like a woman scorned.
7th October 1988 - a star
is born. paranoid android. online since 2003, here you'll read about her daily spasms, visual spreads of close loves and a tinge of artworks from time to time. welcome to her humble abode.

CONTACT
fi_briton@hotmail.com
[friendster]
[myspace]

AUDIO


VISUALS

READS

CREDITS
blogger
rotter and friends
photobucket
adobe ps 9.0;cs2
VBrush
deviant art
c-box
my flash fetish
webmonkey
file cabin
file den
dynamicdrive


•all images, contents and
artworks in this blog
©fivefecta 2007.
thank you =)•


Sunday, August 05, 2007
in my place.

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost

I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and under prepared
But I’ll wait for it

If you go, if you go
Leave me down here on my own
then I’ll wait for you

Singing
Please, please, please
come back and sing to me
to me, me

Come on and sing it out,
Now, Now
Come on and sing it out,
To me, me
come back and sing

In my place, in my place
were lines that I couldn't change..


****


because it's hard to speak the words on your mind. without causing a heartache. or because they all remind me of your face. because every song is a song for you. or maybe just because. green walls. scattering clothes. flowery bedsheets. crumbling apple crumble. and bitter cream lotion that stings the eye. i don't care about all that. they don't give me the creeps. even that of an awakened mother. haha! because all i wanted was you. the excitement, the thrill you've been putting me through. i want to talk about you all the time you know. but it's so congested in this space honey.

honey.
honey.
honey are you looking at me this time
honey

let's eat donuts tomorrow.
the ones filled with thick strawberry jam.

now what's cheesier than blogging about someone in nothing but coldplay. i can't believe myself.




•4:43 AM•